If You Want To Get Kinky For V-Day, It’ll Cost You

Valentine’s Day is coming, bringing with it metric tons of frilly pink crepe paper, dudes making their once-yearly cooking attempts, and a windfall for the Whitman’s chocolate factory. The annual love-fest has become overwhelming enough that Anti V-Day is equally ubiquitous, yet I sometimes find myself lamenting my shacked-up state. The single-people celebrations tend towards bad-ass-ery, sex, and fun, free of pudgy cupids. The New York Times ran a piece yesterday offering suggestions on how we can all make our V-Day experiences a little more, ahem, risqué than cheap champagne.Their intrepid reporter first travels to Kiki de Montparnasse, a store named after one of Man Ray’s many, many mistresses, and comes to understand that kink is not cheap. In the world of “moany French lounge pop,” if you have to ask, you can’t afford the heavy silver Ben Wa balls. The luxury of high-end whips and dim light brought at least some comfort, which gets lost at Agent Provocateur, where Victoria’s Secret married Johnny Rockets. Here, we learn that Dallas Cowboys cheerleader uniforms are $990 and corsets run near $5,000.

The lesson down this particular rabbit hole is that kink doesn’t make V-day any cheaper, but at least it won’t be boring. [New York Times]

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